Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.